They say they're best friends. But behind closed doors-between stolen kisses, tangled sheets, and whispered confessions that never quite make it out loud-Jisung and Minho are so much more. They don't do labels. They don't talk about feelings. And they definitely don't act like they're in love. Except everyone sees it. Feels it. Because best friends don't look at each other like that. -- #1 -> minsung / 4. Juli 2025

Two boys. Both leading different lives...and yet, they appear to be so similar... 『Started: November 4th 2019』 『Ended: December 23rd 2019』 ×Top rankings× Markhyuck- #3 Dream- #36 Minhyung- #1 Mark Lee- #61 Donghyuck- #68

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

"I always thought that the first time I'd be on my knees I'd be praying..." I held my breath lowering myself to my knees in front of him, "Then worship," he smirked, "what do you desire?" Being loved by the king of Socrates Academy is haunting, especially when you can not return his affections. When a human renegade is thrown in your path, you'll both end up getting burned. ༒༒༒ Nadya Vladimir was born a glass half empty, she spent most of her life wondering what it felt like to be whole. She's the daughter of the most powerful man in Russia, she was always one step ahead, destine for great things. Niklaus Vlacov (if that's even his real name) was born a forest fire, he was never taught to fear anything, his intelligence and mystery defined him. Wherever he goes misfortune is said to follow. He's a target. A once in a life time opportunity sends Nadya half way across the globe to Prague. There she's thrown headfirst into a sea of privilege, class and hierarchy at the elite academy. But somethings not quite right at the academy; secret passageways, doors open past midnight, hushed lovers between sheets, her roommate's unspoken past with her politics class rival and new arch nemesis who is none other than Niklaus. But if one thing is certain, it is that Niklaus and Nadya despise each other's existence and everyone knows that if they were ever to collide it would cause a wildfire. Good thing they've both never been good at following the rules.

[Book #2 in the Nystrom series] [18+TW: mature content, heavy topics, language] I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and closes the book as I chuckle and trace the lip print with my finger. I smile at the marks, I wanted him to be mine as much as I was his. The marks reflect that. He raises his eyebrows as soon as his eyes land on mine. "Oh?" His voice is hoarse and low when he murmurs, "You like them?" "I do, they look pretty good on you." I admit, gazing up at him when I see him smirk and I wonder what he is thinking about, but when he grabs my hips and pulls me into his lap, my question is already resolved. "Why don't you take some pictures then, love?" εꨄ︎з 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈, the psychopath. While she is still tormented by her dark past, she starts to realize that if anything could obliterate her, it would be her twisted mind. She was desperate for sanity, and as if someone had heard her, the only person who could give her that feeling appeared. 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒, the murderer. He would twist a knife in his heart if it meant proving that he'd do anything for her. He yearned to understand her, her innermost thoughts and ways of thinking. He wanted to be hers, even if it meant losing his own sanity for her. εꨄ︎з STARTED: July 2022 FINISHED: April 2023

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Roses are such a beautiful part of our world, representing love and all that is good. They are meant to bring people together and bind them in happiness. But all roses have thorns that draw blood from those who were too naive to stay away. So, what happens when a someone so naive decides to mess with the Roses?

"Why do you do this to yourself? You have everything: a father who loves you, friends, money, activities. I want to know why you threw it all away." Why? You want to know why? Step into a tanning booth and fry yourself for two or three days. After your skin bubbles and peels off, roll in coarse salt, then pull on long underwear woven from spun glass and razor wire. Over that goes your regular clothes, as long as they're tight. Smoke gunpowder and go to school to jump through hoops, sit up and beg, and roll over on command. Listen to the whispers that curl into your head at night, calling you ugly and fat and stupid and bitch and whore and worst of all "a disappointment." Puke and starve and cut and drink because you don't want to feel any of this. Puke and starve and cut and drink because you need an anesthetic and it works. For a while. But then the anesthetic turns into poison and by then it's too late because you're mainlining it now, straight into your soul. It is rotting you and you can't stop. Look in the mirror and find a ghost. hear every heartbeat scream that everysinglething is wrong with you. "Why?" is the wrong question. Ask "Why not?" **TRIGGER WARNING** This story contains the main character self harming herself, starving herself/anorexia, blood, depression, and dark thoughts.

Sequel to Hunger. Recovery can be good, finally becoming who you used to be, and living life happily. But what happens when everyone leaves and you're left alone with your old thoughts? With that feeling of emptiness inside of you.